I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.

He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.